AM I COMING OR GOING?



It's just one of those It's just one of those times,                                    

'Breath'   by   Trish

 times,                                                                                                 
                   When I don't want to find, find,
 



 

The right mood or right word

 

I just want, I want, I want, to be

HEARD!!







                                                               I want, I want?

                                                                                      I need, I need?
                                  
                                                                   What brought this on?
                                                                    Is there? Is there? something wrong?

                                                            What is it, I've left out,

Something that I know about?


I have, I have, all that I need, all that I want

I have and am all that I am,

And ever
want to be


Even if it's  traumatic

Being me.



Not to worry

It'll all sort out,

I can always use my last resort and,



SHOUT AND SHOUT

AND SHOUT

OUT!!

 OUT

OUT .. or? or?..............................I've got it!!!

BREATHE.

Tushie

  

   

A FLASHBACK (You recall her don't you Joanie?)
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This little redhead has been around before,
Remember, she's the one who left the house barefoot,
and slammed the front door.
She's in better spirits now, relief works wonders.
Let's hope she doesn't make any more blunders.

'Just Passing Through'  by  Trish



 



'Uside Down Thinking'  by  Trish



The  Widow Spider is the inner mother

THE WIDOW SPIDER
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Of the inner child.
The Widow mother's intentions are evil.
Her desire is to destroy, devour the child,
So that she the Spider mother can live forever.

But, it cannot be done, now or ever.

Let the tentacles spread and quiver the fine tissue of lies,
Sneak into the heart, sew self-images there.  Intent? to despise.
Let the bitter storms of words, wage war over all in its path.
Feel the terror that eats into flesh, at the Widow Mother's laugh.

For sure it won't harm the inner child,
Little one too meek and mild.

The true path, is before her eyes, she will not stray.
Though sometimes, she may be uncertain of the Way.
But, even so, each step is guided with care,
Without faith, the inner child would not dare,
To cross the Widow Spider's wrath,
She, who flutters around the child's light, like a moth.
No, she would not do this journey, into nowhere,
Nor need she, if the mother, even a little, did but care.

Tushie